Pauline is my now-ex girlfriend, born in Sweden, which connects nicely with the previous line. I would usually propose to her after drinking a bottle of wine or a few beers. I didn’t even want to get married, but I’m kind of a retarded drunk. We broke up in the midst of recording the album, which prompted my executive producer (& friend) to ask me if maybe we should delete those last 4 bars, but I thought they flow too well.

Oh, and I said that the line is still relevant, as I would probably attempt to call her drunkenly and propose, Marvin’s Room style. Thus far, no attempts have been made.

Two songs from this album were recorded in London. Obviously, me blowing up there is quite a stretch. I would love for Yung Lean to pop in on a feature, though.

#sadboys

Shout-outs to Roman Bellic, the enthusiastic cousin from GTA IV making a (shit) living in Liberty City’s Bohan district. He always wanted to bowl and I loved him for that. The line is sort of about my immigrant status in the rap game (I’m not American, Canadian or even British).

Straight from the “rat race” analogy to the food chain. I’m a rat, who is losing, but I will still be killing cats and eventually move up to the dogs – the bitches.

This line is about the rat race of society and/or the rap game. I have this great theory, which amuses me to no end, about Mickey Mouse’s dad to be this obese rodent creature who happened to spawn a successful son.

I don’t even know.

My previous mixtape, “Who Killed JFK” released under the name FV. I was 19 and 20 writing and recording it, so naturally I was sure I’d be conquering the hip-hop scene with it. Obviously, the world doesn’t work like that. I did gather a small fanbase, though, and my friends loved the tape, so I couldn’t be more grateful.

I blame the situation on the ghost of Jimmy Hoffa, who had beef with the Kennedys.

http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Jimmy_Hoffa

A dig at Chuck D, who along with Flava went on record to decide what “real hip-hop” is. Fuck that, I’d rather bump some Waka and have a good time than let somebody arbitrarily tell me what is worthy of my ears.

http://www.xxlmag.com/news/2013/08/flavor-flav-says-jay-z-kendrick-lamar-and-drake-are-not-real-hip-hop/

Kind of lame to brag about my education, but I’m sick of rappers thinking they’re scientists, just ‘cause they found out what a fucking pyramid is… NASIR.

Back home, bump some music… Popo show’s up again.

Same with traveling. People from the Eastern block couldn’t just visit other countries. Nations were confined within their own borders. We can go wherever we want. I went to Paris this year and got back to London for my exams. That would sound like science fiction for a Polish citizen three decades ago.

I came up with the Mona Lisa line and then I heard Big Sean flipping it. Goddamn it, I need to release my stuff faster.

http://rapgenius.com/2119396

Coca Cola and jeans were the ultimate symbol of the West for my parents' generation.